The Quaker Of The Olden Time

The Quaker of the olden time!     How calm and firm and true,     Unspotted by its wrong and crime,     He walked the dark earth through.     The lust of power, the love of gain,     The thousand lures of sin     Around him, had no power to stain     The purity within.     With that deep insight which detects     All great things in the small,     And knows how each man's life affects     The spiritual life of all,     He walked by faith and not by sight,     By love and not by law;     The presence of the wrong or right     He rather felt than saw.     He felt that wrong with wrong partakes,     That nothing stands alone,     That whoso gives the motive, makes     His brother's sin his own.     And, pausing not for doubtful choice     Of evils great or small,     He listened to that inward voice     Which called away from all.     O Spirit of that early day,     So pure and strong and true,     Be with us in the narrow way     Our faithful fathers knew.     Give strength the evil to forsake,     The cross of Truth to bear,     And love and reverent fear to make     Our daily lives a prayer